Best Communist Poems
if you don´t wash
the dishes
are you a
communist?
no,no comrade
let me explain
they will wash
themselves
if you leave them
out in the rain
Stavanger Communist Party
The local communist party of my youth was a fun place
they had frequent parties with music and dance and
illegal booze in the bushes, in the dark unpainted years
after the war when entertainment was tambourine and
bible thumping. My uncle spoke at meetings he painted
a picture of utopia for the workers a short working week
and jobs for the wheelchair bound, like other members he
lived in a naïve cocoon that had little to do with real life.
As the country shook off the grimness of the gloomy years
there was work for all, and the party shrank in a short
time disappeared; there were so many places to dance.
I can still hear my uncle's voice talks of “the dictatorship
of the masses” equal pay for all; we are getting nearer
but there are those who try to take it away from us.
I cross alone the starve town in the night.
Ghosts at windows look the gray of the sky.
Cold and nobody is in the streets.
My footsteps ring on sidewalk
and the shadow lean more and more.
The death with her mowing
comes in the town.
My mother was brought up in an orphanage because her father
a confectioner became an alcoholic and lost his job, ended
up looking for work when ships came in and needed dockers
to unload the cargo.
My mother, although working class, was well-read but also
a bit eccentric, she had come to the erroneous conclusion
that only communism (equality in her mind) could bring peace.
It was in one of the papers she read I learned about
Roosevelt’s knowledge of the Japanese Pearl Harbor attack.
I was about twelve years old when she dragged me to
a meeting where two Russian “workers” would attend.
They painted a wonderful picture of life in Russia and
showed still films of happy workers at tractor plant extolling
the wonder of the communist regime.
They also showed us the homes of the workers and later
how happy the land workers were breaking out into dance
in their national dress.
I was very young at the time but was not sold on this display
of happiness, mother said I had no imagination.
My mother continued to believe in communism until
the Soviet Union invaded Hungary in 1956.
O’Great Nation of the Himalayas,
Claim your rightful place on the earth,
Prove to none, except yourself, what your worth,
Hurdle the Dragon, that Serpent into the dearth,
Stand affirm, fortress strong,
War with Dragon, no matter how long,
Do not dwindle, I firmly say,
This I decree to you all the way,
Women thou brave, whom wombs brought forth,
Men and lion, into war shalt thou go’th,
For our God and family,
March your forces on Dragon Country,
CPC shall bow to the brave,
Join the truth, or else consequences grave,
The Truth shall strengthen you deep down to your bone,
So that you shall never, never be alone!
Hong-Kong shall be with you,
So shall Taiwan too,
Rising Eurasia, My Empire shall hold our hands,
Together we march on Mao-China’s sands,
Bring them down, for there is no talk,
All they know is cheat and tell others to take a walk,
But something must soon be done,
Mao’s China shall soon set with the setting sun,
Then the Chinese shall breath fresh air,
Under Eurasia’s care,
Where debate shall reign and all shall bear right,
None shall seal their lips so tight,
When this Dragon be destroyed,
So shall Artemis heavily falls,
The Crucem’s Kingdom shall come to all’s,
No more tears, no more tears and distressing calls
But you O’Tibet must decide,
War or under tyranny reside,
Rise up O’Tibet and stand thy ground,
Fight this Dragon, its head doth ruthlessly pound,
In the end you shall indeed be free,
From the life sucking claws of the CPC,
When every person small and great,
Will rejoice, rejoice at freedom’s gate!
Rise O Empire of Tibet!
Re-Claim what is yours!
Why do i, in agony writhe when
thine eyes, draw a curtain to my plight.
When words screech for attention, you only perceive verbose melodrama.
Or perhaps you live in spite of a class in strife?
And that you guise in colours of safron and never knew what it means to be Red.
Such is the nature of your love for this land.
Such is your justice, such is the nature of the judgement you've drawn in your hand.
You who hath justified loot and plunder
Count the casualties of intense struggle.
A mere statistic. An amoral victory.
I know that your masters are fragile
But must You tremble and cower
in the presence of a spectre;
The sights and sound of a distant red cry.
Or is it that it is not a ghost you see but the myriad hammers and sickles of a justice so real; served at last.
( I asked Google and this "Quora" following)
"Since J6, the Republican Party has become the largest active communist group in America. Most Republicans have no idea what is and what is not communism, so they fail to comprehend that, in spite of their fascist rhetoric, they are promoting communism rather than discouraging it. With only a few exceptions, like Liz Cheney and Adam Kinzinger, “establishment” Republicans have given up trying to explain this to the base and have thrown in with the communists". - James F________* ~ Prof. Econ. - *________ State.
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NOTES:
If this is not a joke then why can't I stop laughing?
Sincerely;
The Accidental Communist
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If the President is Lawless, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!
Go steal that £ucking yacht!
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